She and I spent many slow Sunday nights sitting and talking about many different topics. I ate my meal slowly those nights because I enjoyed her company and her visage. She is quite short, standing only about five foot two, while I tower over her at six foot three. Her short stature is offset not only by her astounding beauty, but her perfectly proportioned body.
Her jet black hair often fell off her shoulders and hid her magnificent chest, but she seemed to know how much I enjoyed her physical attributes because she would pull her hair up into a ponytail whenever we could spend some time together talking. I always enjoyed seeing the tops of Abby’s breasts as she sat across from me and leaned over to sit. She used to wear a black leotard on her toned and trim body with either shorts or a skirt over it. The neckline always dipped a good six or more inches below the knobs of her collarbones. Her breasts were like globes, rounding high on her chest. I never saw a hint of nipple or anything other than the tops of those globes, but I will forever recall their shape and seeming firmness.
In any case, Abby was one of the first ones let go and we lost touch over time. I stopped going to that diner shortly after that and so my contact line to her was gone. We never exchanged numbers or addresses because our time was something we enjoyed as accidental and unforeseen.
Anyway, I suppose I should relate my latest experience. I was sitting in my car. Typically, I start my Saturday and Sunday mornings by visiting one of the nearby fast food places and getting a quick bite to go. Then, off to a donut place to get a large cup of coffee. Then, I’ll park at one end of the nearby strip mall at the end with the nutrition store, off to the side so no one will bother me, and I won’t bother them.
I wear a loose pair of shorts that allow me to pull down the waist and touch myself to my hearts (and other parts) content. This Saturday was no exception. I had finished my breakfast and was going through my email on my iPad. The waistband of my shorts was down, tucked under my balls and I was sporting a semi-erect woody. It feels really good to put all the windows down, open the sunroof and let the fresh air wash over me.
So, I sat with the iPad on my lap, leaning against the steering wheel, drinking coffee with one hand and massaging myself to blissful hardness. The emails were mundane and after I got rid of the last of them, I switched over to begin perusing new stories on the Lush Stories site. Always ready for a hot story, I began reading one about two women who by accident were vacationing together. I was stiff in a matter of minutes because the author dove right into the good parts without much preamble.
That’s when I heard the knock on the door post on the passenger side.
“What the hell,” I shouted as I tried my best to cover my rock hard cock with my hands and the iPad.
“Hey Bill!” I heard a female voice say.
My first thought was that at least it wasn’t a cop here to arrest me for indecent exposure. My next conscious thought was the realization that my intruder was none other than Abby. The next thing that went through my head was mortification that she had caught me with my cock in hand stroking it in the open.
“Please don’t put that away on my account,” were her next spoken words.
“Abby, how have you been?” I said without re-exposing myself.
“Oh, I’m fine and getting better by the minute. How are you, Bill?”
“Good, good. What are you doing here?”
“I’m the manager in the nutrition store. I decided to come out here and distribute some fliers on car windows. I wanted some fresh air. Apparently there are parts of you that like the fresh air too.”
“I’m so sorry…” I started in a half hearted apology.
“Don’t dare apologize for anything. Quite frankly, I enjoyed what I saw and would like to see more.”
“Abby, I’m not normally a prude, but I’ve got twenty years on you and…”
“Oh shut up and move your hands,” she said opening the passenger door and sitting in my car.
“Abby…” I started.
“Do you always do this, park in your car and hold your dick?”
Honesty being the best policy I said, “Saturday and Sunday mornings. I’m not normally this, uh, erect, but I was just reading a story…”
“What was it about,” she said taking my near hand in hers and moving it to her thigh.
“It’s about two women. One places an ad, the other responds and they go on vacation together.”
“Were you thinking of my sister and I?” she asked as she moved my iPad to the dashboard.
Her sister was also a waitress, but not as much of a knockout as Abby. I think they were fraternal twins.
“No, I was just enjoying the story.”
“Why aren’t you still rubbing yourself?”
“You kind of interrupted me and also scared the crap out of me, that’s why.”
“Well, you better get back to it. I’ve always wanted to see a man jerk himself off and I don’t have all day you know.”
“Abby, look. Masturbating is something I do in private, not with an audience.”
“Are you trying to get me to do it for you?” she asked, taking hold of my cock in her hand.
“No, but I do appreciate the offer,” I said, making no move to stop her hand from slowly stroking my now reviving cock.
“Can I tell you something,” Abby asked.
“Sure.”
“By the second or third time I saw you at the diner, I wondered what it would be like to sleep with you.”
Her hand moved up and down my shaft, squeezing me on the way up and relaxing on the way down.
“I wondered what you had in your pants and masturbated in my bed to thoughts of you and I together almost every night I waited on you.
She leaned in close to my shoulder and alternated looking at my single eyed snake and my sighted eyes. After a little while, she dribbled spit on my shaft and then continued the rhythm she had set. I leaned back in my seat, shifting my ass down on the seat and spreading my legs wider. I moved my hand to her ass and gave her tight young buns a little squeeze.
Abby decided that the shorts were getting in the way and told me to take them off. I did as told and she quickly got back to work, now able to toy with my nuts too. Her hand was warm and soft and kept me steely for a long time.
“I live by myself now,” she said, her attention almost exclusively dedicated to watch what she was massaging. “Would you come visit me?”
“Would tonight be too soon?” I asked with a smile.
“Not for me. Would it be too soon for you?” she said as she gave my cock a double squeeze.
“Oh, I assure you I’ll be fully recovered by then.”
“It’s a date then. Say eight? And, would this give you an incentive to be there on time?”
Abby’s head went from resting on my shoulder to taking me in her mouth as her hand dipped to my balls. She was very good. Her tongue swirled around my glans as her head bounced up and down. She truly sucked on me as though my sperm were her life blood. She brought her hand back to my cock and she circled it with an okay sign so as to give her mouth plenty of room to continue her ministrations.
I slid my hand under her tights and found her little thong strap before going further and cupping her one cheek in my hand. Smooth skin over toned muscle squirmed below my hot hand. Her free hand went to her crotch and she began to rub herself through her tights. She never stopped her bobbing and stroking, but she slowed a little to make the most of what we were doing.
I slid my hand out of her pants and slowly began rubbing her tummy through her top. I didn’t want to undress her here, but I did want to touch and feel those tits that had caught my eye so long ago. Lifting her shirt from the confines of her tights, I dipped my hand beneath it to touch her warm belly. She jumped at the touch of my fingers and she began to moan onto my cock. The vibrations of her voice on my solid cock was a wonderful feeling.
“Abby, you’re really good at this,” I said as my hand finally touched her bra.
Her moans of delight continued and intensified as my fingers found her nipples through their lacy covering. They were hard little nubbins begging to be played with and I obliged.
Abby took me from her mouth just long enough to say, “Cum in my mouth, I want to taste you.”
“You bet,” I responded running a finger in quick little circles around her nipple.
Her moans intensified and so did the the feeling I started to experience in my groin. The sound of her mouth slurping up and down my shaft combined with the feeling of her ample melon in my hand quickly began to bring me to the edge of joy.
“I’m going to cum,” I announced to her.
She did not break stride, but renewed her milking efforts on my meat. I took her full tit in my hand, feeling her nipple poke into my palm. I moved in circles as my ass began to clench. I wanted to hold back as much as I could so that this feeling would last, but my body told my mind to go to hell and I exploded with a bang. Abby coughed, but stayed firmly latched to my ram. Three, four, five good shots of sperm left me, destined for her stomach. She swallowed all I had and then some. She licked me clean, up and down my shaft. She squeezed me at the base of my cock and lifted her fingers up my rod, squeezing me all the way up and she ate up every drop.
“You are yummy,” she said sitting up. “I really like the way you taste.”
“Not half as much as I enjoyed the way you got it,” I replied.
“I imagine so, Bill. I think we’re going to have a lot of fun tonight.”
“I know we are and I’m going to make sure of it.”
“Good,” she said, “so put your shorts on, go home and make sure there’s plenty more where that came from, okay?”
We kissed for the first and not the last time. A short peck on the lips was all it amounted to then, but later that day would be a different story. We exchanged addresses and phone numbers and promises to see each other at eight were made.
She left my car and I watched her straighten her clothes, and then I watched her fine little ass as she walked away. I was at her place at eight, but as they say, that’s another story.
